"Clang clang——"
The porcelain bowl hit the ground in an instant, shattering into several pieces...
Shu Yimo also felt a fiery pain spreading across the back of his hand.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm sorry——"
The deep, forceful voice of a man and the waiter's voice rose together.
At that moment, Shu Yimo could also feel a pair of strong arms supporting her, and with an instinctual glance, she realized—the one holding her was——
Long Ziheng?
A flash of surprise swept through Shu Yimo's eyes, seeing that he was still holding her with some concern in his dark eyes, she then shook her head and quickly moved out of his embrace.
She reached behind her back to wipe it, certainly splashed by the hot soup on the back of her hand.
"You're hurt?"
Long Ziheng's dark pupils were fixed tightly on her!
If she hadn't knocked over the bowl of soup, it would have been spilled on him by now.
"I'm so sorry, truly sorry!"
The waiter continued to apologize in a state of panic.
